The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-02-19
THE OLD HOUSE.

'be z<ihJPct, knows what ii regular
New Hampshire snow-st0rm means.
AtlO,m of flying needles sharply
ptineturing your face, a wind keen as
eedge of any cimetar, II white,
ilIthtln. vail separating you from
the Ttst of the wnrid--t!le>e are some
Of Tie signs aud symptoms.
And E.lgar Evprly felt them in
llleIr most mprciiess mood, rs he
stosHi helple,>ly on the edge of a
aF'unialn clitf, staring around him
Hin vain search Of some familiar land
Ihatk.
II II am to-i !" said he. "Exactly-
anti u serves me right. 1t strikes me
Thai | had better have sraid al home
aid faced Ka,hleen's Valentine par
81. .1ster alt"
Is5f. tcpe frank with the reader.
MIR. Everiy had ignunlni"u-Iy re-
treated before his sisters gay Valen.
tine reception, To the great grief oI
the half doz u pretty young girls
who were s'jnurning III the h"u-e.
I'D, stay, Ned !" p,ea,led Kathleen
EVERY, almost with tears in her
eyes.
stuff and nonsense" the young
nan had returned. "A uau is al.
"a ,lN
sinn| rs this. Aud never was II
woishiItr of old 81. Valentine. b :
ai,ie-, I've often wondered what tho. Z
Signal Srrvice ftllU rs did with them
selves up un ,iI,' to-. t hr mountain
il winter time. They ~ They're AL
awiuliy jolly SIT IF chaps, II once you
can get al 'enI."
"Oa, Edgar, you will certainly be
lost" SAID his mother, in IL panic.
ii ! Lost on Suver Peak That is
u good Que! cried out EVERY.
l. Wasn't bmn and bread umier It's
vciy shadow? | wonder what you
viii ne saying next, you femnine> "
But The unrOn,rinusly uttered pre-
dirliun had come true.
He wa-, truly aud actually, lost on
Silver Peak. No one was altogether
Safrin >urh a beW ililering snow storm
~ this. II WAS not such an extraUr.
Iinary circumstance, il only he had
made allowance for il.
Bat as he CROPPED blindly with his
-tirk. vaguely fearful lest he should
, he I,recipitaied inIO some unfalhOn.
able abyss he!Ow, the feiuie came in
contact with rude stone wall the
bleating of young calves reached his
! ear.
"Aha !" he cried, exultingly ;
snow I know where l an. II Is the
Oil House, where Farmer Eastwood
keeps his calves ~
The "Oni House" was ruined
hrm.dwelling, built long ago for the
temporary accommodation of some
old settler, who had abandoned it as
soon as possible for more cUmmOdi-
ouS quarters.
Ii stood on the edge Of n scrubhy
lhicket of pines and cedars. and M
one ever came near it who could help
themselves.
But the owner-one Mr.. East wood
Il prosperous farmer, who lived on Il
sunny plateau halfway down the
nIuuntain-ireYuently Gse,l it for :he
accommodation of his flGcks and
herds when the home barnyards were
full.
MY bovine friends" said EVERY
regaining his spirits at once, 81 AN
sorry to disturb y"u, but | am a'
great Il calf as yOuroe Yes upon this
unfortunate OCCASION, and d shelter O
any sort is rs important TO me as il
is Ia sou"
Aud feeling hII way TO the low
door way. from which The porch had
long since mUudrre,l away. he en-
tered the O,d House.
Originally it had consisted Of two
rooms. in the smaller of which three
or four srtck led calves We're shut
and Evrrly looked discnnS"iately
around him, standing in the larger
apartment.
One would frerz" To death here =
said he, "Once more l will seek tn,
help Of the bn> ineS."
Aud opening the rude pine door
he snuggei himself down among tht
calves, Thankful to share in thei
warmth. ~ he wrapped his ca!e clOs'
about his shoulder.
"Haii fellows well met" though
he. = Ii they were gip-ies ur brig
an,ls now, there might l'e something
sentimental in the whole affair Blu
--,|lve,! Well, | may as we'll 90 Il
steep. The danger of freezing is owe
nov"
When he reused up from the deatl
like slunIher of thorough fatigue, In,
! lltrliI inn ,inur st,uI ,It,pu the pu vp